Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 12:59:27 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 2

This is the 2nd chapter of part one of a trilogy of
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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 2 -- Deckams

      It is quite clear that Fate has a hand in our
individual destinies. While we can influence so many
things in our lives, subtle events have a knack of
putting us on paths which in a thousand other years we
would never normally walk.

Looking back on events, I can truly that Fate intervened
that April morning when I went to see one of my
partners. It was, perhaps, one of the three or four
definite occasions in my life when Fate has intervened.

Let me explain, I am a banker, an Englishman, and have
worked all my working life with the same firm since I
left public school -- admitted a minor English public
school, which our American cousins would call a private
one. Aha! That's another thing. Language. We do say
things a little differently at times!

Our Bank, Deckams, goes back just over three hundred
years and is a private merchant Bank with our HQ in the
heart of London. Our present chairman is a direct
descendant of the original founder, who in turn was a
direct descendant of one of nobles of William the
Conqueror, though by the mid 1600s, the family had
changed the original Normal spelling `Deschamps' to its
now English equivalent. We are up to our oxters in
history at the Bank as Charlie Deckam, our chairman, is
so fond of reminding us.

Though 30 of us are directors of the Bank, we call
ourselves partners, because the business success of one
will bring profit and success to all, and a poor
investment will hurt us all in the long term. Not quite
"all for one and one for all" of the Three Musketeers
but close enough. We all meet once a month on the third
Monday in the great boardroom, by either being
physically present or by real time video link from the
fifteen subsidiaries around the world. That April
morning was one such day.

Let me say for starters that we are very civilised at
our board meetings. Things are always done and thrashed
out in advance. Our meetings are a confirmation of minds
- at times a request to pursue a new avenue of
investment and the reasons why - an updating by each one
of the other partners either by prior report or two
minute summary which was our standard maximum.

So, I was not entirely surprised when the partner in
charge of personnel, John Tunnor, asked to see me before
the meeting. He allocates you staff and he takes them
off your hands when their time is us. Normally, of
course, he would not take staff from your own area
without first consulting you or vice versa. Today, he
looked just a tad worried, but greeted me warmed with a
"Jonathan, come in. Thank you for taking the time."
Another of the partners of my own age group so to speak,
Tommy Elford, was there to whom I also said `hello'.

"Jonathan, we have a bit of a problem. Johnny Mahon is
dead. They found him in his bed this morning. He died
during the night." I must have looked a bit stunned
because our `man' in the Tokyo was one our star
financial performers.

John Tunnor went on. "You may not have known it but he
had an acute stomach cancer for years. Its amazing he
lasted so long." I was indeed sorry to hear the news
and it did explain why the dead partner rarely attended
meetings physically, which I had erroneously put down to
the bother of travelling each month half way round the
world for a meeting which rarely lasted more than two
hours.

"I had hoped just to inform the board this morning of
some less pressing matters, but as you know we have
those two major deals in steel and shipbuilding and the
only partner here with sound Japanese and a knowledge of
the office there is young Elford here." John Tunnor
regarded anyone under fifty as young.

I looked across at Tommy and nodded. He had been in
Tokyo when I had headed up the Cairo office years back,
and like myself had made it to the top. I was even the
godfather of his third and youngest daughter.

"So, John, what's the suggestion?"

"Jonathan, I want to recommend Tommy here for the Tokyo
office. It will be a big challenge for him."

By challenge, I heard and knew the coded implication.
Get the steel and shipbuilding deals done and Tommy, my
lad, you would be in clover, with a million euro in
various bonuses for self and a healthy end of year
bottom line for every one else.

"The bad news, Jonathan, is that I want you to head up
the Dahra office. I know that Tommy has only been there
for six months and has not really been able to fully
settle in. You have two great advantages going for you.
You have Arabic and you are single."
I looked at Tommy and raised an eyebrow. Our office in
the Sheikdom of Dahra was a real earner. The country was
sitting on lake of oil and three years earlier when
drilling for water between the two main mountain ranges,
they had hit on the fourth largest deposit of natural
gas in the world.
As an office, it was not quite in the same prestige
league as New York or Tokyo, but a very secure position.
Tommy had taken it over six months or so previously and
had seemed deliriously happy to do so. He and the wife
and two younger girls had gone out there, the eldest
girl being in school back home here in England.

Tommy Elford chimed in "Janet has not been able to
settle in at all, Jonathan. She, in fact, hates the
climate, the heat and the Arabs. It's a very male
environment. On the other hand, Janet loves everything
Japanese."

There was half a tone of pleading in his voice. Janet, I
knew, could be an all-star bitch when she wanted to be
and if she did not like Dahra, then the person who took
here there was and would be in hell. Tommy had said
nothing about the "challenge" of the Tokyo office, but
knowing his level of ambition, the future bonuses would
make it all worthwhile and Janet would be off his back.
I pretended to mull over it for about twenty seconds,
smiling inside to myself at how readable some people and
situations are when you strip them of the superfluous.
Finally, I said "I'm sure Pattie, my god daughter, will
just love Tokyo."

Tommy Elton almost bounded across the room and hugged
me. We Englishmen do not hug, but he hugged me. I put it
down to the fact that he was simply excited.
"Jonathan, I owe you one. I owe you big time. Thank
you."

John Tonnor's secretary and -- very - personal assistant
put his head around the door and said "Sir, the board
is meeting" and meet we did. The blank monitor screen
for Tokyo was what I remember of that meeting, and John
Tonnor saying that he was pleased to report that even at
such short notice, two partners would be immediately
heading up the offices of Tokyo and Dahra.

To be continued...